The cold little brother (41)_1

Fu Shang gritted his teeth.

I really can't refute this guy.

Little Tian Tian had been with her for so long, how could she really kick him?

..

Hence.

Half an hour later.

In one of the private rooms of the XXX hotel, there were three people, no, four people, and an Yumo, who was watching the show.

An LAN sat in the main seat with a dark expression. Her slender fingers rapped on the table, making a sound that was neither light nor heavy.

His eyes scanned Lu yansu from head to toe, and the ring on his finger reflected a dim light. After a long while, he let out a disdainful sneer.

"You?"

The man's eyes were filled with sarcasm, and his elegant aura became sharp. His fair and handsome face was calm, and the fine lines at the corner of his eyes became more obvious because of his smile.

Lu yansu looked back at her coldly and politely. His long, curly eyelashes drooped slightly as he said, ""It's me," he said.

an LAN sneered. he's only good-looking.